Sort'a Stuck

Alberto 1995 Page 5

Narrator

The thunder blasts into the earth outside Alberto's room, and the rain keeps pounding the window panes as sharp as before. The night is working to be a very stormy night, as poor Alberto is now in his bedroom, wide awake, and fully aware of his new assailants. He is tied down, spread-eagle to his bed...his bed-sheets have been stripped off him, revealing his entire body to his captors. He is wearing his pajama pants, no night shirt or socks...revealing his tan slim chest and his tanned, big feet. He just squirms a lot and struggles and muffle-moans and groans within his rope bondage underneath his dirty, balled up sock...that he's now sporting as his gag, tightly shoved into his mouth.

The tiny creatures that were once surrounding him all over his bed, have now climbed on top of his squirming legs, some on top of his thin chest...others are on top of his rapidly moving forehead, while the rest are trying to get a hold of his head all together as a group!

The rain keeps pouring outside Alberto's room, as thunder blasts the house, shaking it to its core and making it feel like a tiny earthquake coming from the sky. The lightning flashes uncontrollably, making everything in Alberto's room visible every few seconds.

After a bit of struggling from all the creatures at the same time...some got Alberto's head under control, by pulling his hair-mohawk down and others helping to hold his face in place. The creatures by his bare chest passed a couple of tiny ropes over his bare chest and a group at each side pulled down on the rope successfully pinning his bare chest down...and holding it in place firmly. The ones by his frantic legs did the same with more tiny ropes, the ones by his arms repeated this same process...and the ones by his bare feet just grabbed the soles and took hold of his ankles and kept Alberto's bare feet in place firmly as well. So now Alberto lied on his bed, tied-down spread-eagle to it, with a dirty-balled-up sock stuffed into his mouth...completely still but trying to move frantically, muffle-screaming into it repeatedly...but getting drowned-out by the ever growing storm outside his bedroom.

As Alberto lies, bound onto his bed, helpless...a tiny creature from the back of the massive population of creatures already onlooking onto Alberto's bed from the wood floor...makes its way passed the entire crowed before him. This thing was the last to come out of the closet's half-way opened door. The creature-tiny-thing climbs Alberto's bed as all the others get quiet immediately, it slowly makes its way to Alberto's firmly held left bare foot. As if some 'mental' orders had been given, a few of the other creatures that were not doing anything, just standing around next to the ones holding Alberto's bare feet in place, climb Alberto's bare-left foot and take ahold of all his five toes...pressing them all back, arching Alberto's left-bare foot, so that the new creature could inspect Alberto's left-bare sole. The creature does just that...it traces his tiny hands all over Alberto's bare-left sole, sniffs it...then sticks out its tiny tongue and takes a tiny taste of Alberto's left-bare sole. The bare left, and tan foot...twice the size of this creature now caressing it, is somewhat struggling against the 'rope' work securing it by the ankle to the far corner of the bed, as two tiny creatures on top of it are keeping their firm hold in place on the five toes, pressing them back all the way...arching the large, soft and tan sole so the tiny creature can continue touching on it, and sniffing all over it now. The tiny creature-thing stops the 'foot' menacing on Alberto's large, left, soft, and tan foot only to look to his left and right...motioning to four others around him, as these now climb all over the left foot and begin scrubbing it, brushing it all over the tender, soft and tan sole with their tiny washcloths and brushes...the arch, the ball, the heel, and underneath where the toes connect to the sole. The tiny creatures pressing back Alberto's five toes, spread them open, forcefully...and these others continue their brushing and scrubbing mercilessly between each toe, and all over each toe as well until Alberto's left, large, soft and tan foot looks squeaky clean...struggling against it's rope bondage frantically, trying to pull away from the attack of the brushes and washcloths, but unfortunately unable to...as it remained firmly there for even more further washing and brushing and even more scrubbing.

"Mmmrnnpphhhmmmnm"...Alberto muffle-screamed into his sock-gag, probably going completely insane from all the tickling from this intense cleaning...but there was nothing he could do at the moment just endure it as much as he could, as he was spread-eagle roped to his bed, with more tiny ropes being held down by all these tiny creatures, pinning him down even more firmly, with a stinky sock stuffed way into his mouth to make sure his noise would be kept as much muffled as possible, so their introduction would not be interrupted by unwanted parties. So, at the moment Alberto lied firmly secured onto his bed, trying to struggle and squirm, and trying to mouth-off underneath his sock-gag while all these tiny creatures held him in place for whatever else they might have planned for him tonight.

The tiny creature in charge now went over to the right, large, tan foot as two more creatures climbed it and forced all five toes back, just like with the left one. The tiny creature inspecting it caressed it, touched it all over, sniffed it and licked it a bit as well...then he ordered four other creatures to commence the cleaning process with that one as well. So all five toes were spread-open, and the right, large, soft, tan foot was held in place tightly so the scrubbing, brushing and washing could begin.

Soon, the scrubbing and brushing started and poor Alberto muffle-screamed into his sock-gag unable to stop any of it...squirming and struggling against his spread-eagle bondage. The 'cleaning' of his bare feet continued as the muffle-screaming Alberto pulled and pulled against his bed-bondage to no avail. The lightning flashed through the windows sending him and the creatures into vivid spasms of still images over and over again as well.

Alberto's POV

"MMMRNNGOHHPHHPPMMMNN"...fuck, I don't fucking know what the fuck is going on here, but I'm struggling against my bonds more and more, pulling over and over against those fucking tiny-ass ropes these fucking pieces of shit roped me down with...and I could feel some of them start to give. I knew eventually their rope-shit would give at some point, as it's a tiny type of rope I've never seen before...I swear it looks like something they probably made themselves...it looks like shit! I fucking realize that the cloth that is now stuffed in my mouth is one of my fucking used, stinky socks. I  try as hard as I can to push this shit out of my fucking mouth with my fucking tongue but it's almost impossible, this shit is really jammed in there. In the meantime I keep pushing hard against all the rope work these fuckers tied me down with and I get closer and closer to my fucking freedom...fuck, I'm going to stomp the shit out of all these motherfuckers once I get untied, I can hardly wait!

"MMRNNGHHNGMMNGHOOONMM"...the fucking shit they're doing to my fucking feet is killing my fucking ass, I swear I'm thrashing my body up and down from my bed, trying to lift off it...the fucking tickling sensation is impossible to fucking take! "MMMMHHOHRRMNMHONGM"...first I feel all my ten toes being pressed all the way back, arching my fucking feet, then both my bare soles get 'groped'...if that is fucking somehow possible, after that, all my fucking toes are spread-open...and the fucking scrubbing and brushing started without fucking warning!

"MMMHHNNGGNNMMOONNMMRRNN"...I keep on struggling against my fucking spread-eagle bondage and keep trying to push this fucking stinky-as sock out of my fucking mouth as much as I can...and I feel I'm beginning to succeed there too...but not fucking quick enough! The tiny ropes get more stressed and stressed the more I pull all my body weight against them. This shit is almost fucking over, and I'm going to smear these fuckers all over my wood floor man! "MMMGHNNMMHGHROORNMNMM"...as the lightning flashes through my fucking windows and thunder drowns out my muffle-shit, I keep on pushing harder and harder, feeling all these fuckers start to lose their grip on all the other tiny ropes pinning me down to my fucking bed as well...I'm almost free, almost there..."MMGHGHHGOGNNRRNRNMMNNMM"!